Wendy was running late; she grabbed her keys from the hook on the wall and as she opened the door, the phone rang inside the house.
"Damn it," she swore, turning back around and laying her large purse on tile counter.
"Hello?" she said, answering with a pleasant voice she had to force.
"Hey Wendy, it's me," she heard her husband say from the other end.
"Jeff what is it, I'm late for work," she said, obviously annoyed.
"Can you pick up the girls today at 4:30 from my mom's?"
"I really don't want to see your mom right now," she said.
"Come on, she loves you. I think she still likes you more than me, even though you're divorcing me." She sighed, not playing into his desire for pity.
"Ok Jeff I'll pick them up. Bye."
"Wait-"
"What?"
"Have you really thought how hard this is going to be on the kids?"
"Jeff, it isn't about them. And besides, it's better now while their young. Now please, I have to go," she said.
"Alright, bye," he said as she hung up the phone.
Wendy sighed again as she picked up her purse and ran out the door to her car.
She arrived at work a bit late for her first meeting, but the presentation for the execs went off without a hitch. Right as she was about to leave for an early lunch, Samantha from HR came by.
"Wendy, can you come to the large conference room?"
"Uh yeah," she replied. She stood up and gave a puzzled look to her coworker Kim, before walking with Samantha towards the meeting room. Sam opened the door for Wendy with a smile.
It was unusual for her to do that, Wendy thought. She entered to see her boss, and George, the head of HR, sitting down at the long conference table.
"Please sit, Mrs. Kamatsu," George said, pushing back his horn-rimmed glasses.
Wendy sat down at the leather chair in front of them, folding her legs nervously.
"Mrs. Kamatsu, as I'm sure you're aware, our company has had many trying years, the economy being what it is, and we have looked at many options for cutting cost. I'm afraid that..."
Wendy's eyes glazed over. She couldn't believe that she was actually getting fired. The next hour was a haze as she signed a stack of documents, got her last check, and then grabbed a few things from her desk, Samantha watching her every move.
When it was over, and she was on the freeway back home, the pedal nearly to the floor on her BMW X5 she began swearing under her breath unintelligibly. She had thrown her box of personal effects from her desk into the passanger seat and pealed rubber as she had left. Now she was going as fast as she could between cars, weaving between the traffic recklessly. Suddenly she crossed a few lanes of traffic to the off ramp, a red Ferrari honking as she cut him off.
She turned into a small mall and parked in front of a liquor store. "Fucking unbelievable," she swore, slamming the door closed after she got out of the car. She walked down the aisles towards wine, and picked an expensive merlot.
When she opened her front door, she took off her heels and went to the kitchen. Placing the bottle between her legs, she squeezed tightly, her skirt rising as she struggled with the cork. It finally popped free, spilling a bit on her skirt and on the floor as well.
"Fuck." After tossing a towel on the floor and wiping up the wine with her foot, she put the towel in the sink and filled her glass with merlot. She took a big sip, and let out a deep sigh. She cried softly, her dark mascara running slowly down her cheeks. She took another drink, and then, bottle and glass in hand, she walked to the bedroom. She set the wine on the armoire and unzipped her skirt, pulled it off to reveal her white panties beneath. She opened the drawer looking for clothes. In the first drawer were some swimsuits and blouses. She opened the next, and then paused, looking at the pants there. She looked outside through the long window over the bed, seeing a clear hot day.
She closed the drawer she had opened, and opened the previous one again. After rifling through the swimsuits, she pulled out a tiny black bikini and, after taking another drink of merlot, she set it on the bed. Her small fingers quickly unbuttoned her dress-shirt and then pulled off her lacy bra. Her apple sized breasts were perky with brown nipples. After pulling off her white panties, she put on the thong bikini and some dark sunglasses. Then with suntan oil, glass, and bottle in hand, she headed towards the back door to the house.
"Damn, the pool boy."
Through the sliding door, she saw a young man outside skimming up leaves with a net. It was the white kid that her soon to be ex-husband had hired. Wendy had always thought he was cute, but she always forgot his name. He looked a little like a guy she had dated in college. He was shirtless, showing a muscular torso he had developed from the summer swim team.
Wendy set the bottle of wine on the table and opened the sliding door. The pool boy looked to the house as Wendy stepped out with her glass and the suntan oil.
"Oh hi," she said. "I forgot you came today." The young man turned to see Wendy and looked obviously impressed and nervous at her skimpy swimwear. Her small tits pressed against the triangle-shaped top, and the bottom of the suit was tied low on her hips. He was about six inches taller than she was, and his dirty blond hair had a messy look.
"Hello Wendy," Ethan said, looking quickly at her breasts and then up at her face. The top she wore left little to the imagination.
"I'm sorry I forget your name...?"
"Ethan," he said.
"Right. Ethan, you sure have grown since I last saw you," she grinned looking at his naked torso.
He blushed.
"I was just gonna go for a dip," she explained, pointing to the pool with her wine glass. "It's so hot."
"Oh..." the young man said. "Oh umm, you shouldn't go till like... tomorrow. I just added chlorine."
"Oh that's too bad," she pouted and took a sip of her wine.
"Sorry," he nodded and went back to fishing the leaves out of the pool with his net.
She turned to the small table near one of the lounge chairs, and set down her glass. Although her tits weren't big, Ethan admired them out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but notice her supple ass as she bent over in front of him as she set down the glass of wine next the chair. The fact that the swimsuit was a thong accentuated her well-formed butt.
"Ethan, have you been working out?" she said with a small smile as she turned back towards him.
"Oh, uh yeah," Ethan said sheepishly.
"It shows," she smiled as laid down on her back on the chair, sunning herself.
"Wh... What are you up to?"
"Nothing really. This hasn't been the best day for me," she said with a shrug and took a sip of wine.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," she said. "I decided to come out here and live it up. There's no reason to feel sad. I'm just going to have fun until I have to go pick up the kids. I'm just going to relax." She lifted up her sunglasses and smiled.
Ethan smiled back.
"I got fired today," she said with a shrug.
"Oh...oh shit," Ethan swore. "Oh sorry," he said covering his mouth.
"Naughty boy," she said with a smile.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"That's ok. Could you put some oil on me?" she asked rolling over and holding out a small plastic bottle.
"Uhh..."
"I'm trying to get a good tan," she said.
"Ok," he said nearly dropping the bottle after he grabbed it.
He stood over her with the bottle in his hand and squeezed gently.
"Here," she said, untying her top so he had full access to her back. He squeezed too much oil onto his hand, filling his palm and hitting the ground.
Ethan was silent as he pressed his hands onto her back. She responded with sounds of pleasure as he rubbed over her body.
"Get it all over Ethan," she ordered.
"Uh, al-alright," he stammered.
He covered her down to the small of her back. He couldn't help, but stare at her ass, the black thong disappearing between her voluptuous butt-cheeks. As he rubbed the oil on the small of her back, he could feel his dick stirring in his pants.
"Oh, that feels good," she moaned.
He put some more oil on his hands and decided to move from her back to her legs, oiling the back of her knees and down the rest of her smooth legs.
"Don't forget my butt," she said, playfully wagging it side to side. "Oh I know what will help." She reached down to her bikini and pulled the knots on her hips open. " Could you take that off for me?"
"Uh...sure," he swallowed.
With slow hands, he removed the small bikini, peeling the thin strip of fabric from her ass-cleavage. Ethan could see her plump pussy lips as he removed it.
"Now rub oil over that ass you naughty boy," she said with lust.
"Uh..." Ethan panted. His hands were trembling at first, but then he approached and grabbed her ass in his hands, pressing the oil across the creamy flesh and rubbing it into her round ass.
"Ooo, fuck that feels good Ethan," she moaned. "Oh you make me feel so good. Keep rubbing."
She took her hand and pressed it against Ethan's leg.
He moved, a bit in shock, but she rubbed him gently.
"Relax baby," she moaned. Her hand probed up his leg, against his knee and northward.
"Uhh... I," Ethan began to say as her hand continued up his shorts. Her hand wasn't too far above his knee when she touched the end of his cock.
"Woah," she said. "Is that your dick?" she asked in amazement.
"Uhh... yeah," he responded.
"Wow," she said.
Ethan continued to spread the oil, rubbing it gently into the crack of her ass.
"Mmm, yeah," she moaned. Grabbing the tip of his cock, she moved her hand over the big head which was covered in thin foreskin. "Mmmm, I gotta see it. Come here," she said rolling over. She grabbed his pants and pulled him closer.
Ethan stared at the dark patch of hair between her legs, and her small brown nipples on her tennis-ball size breasts. Unbuttoning his shorts, Ethan breathed in audibly.
She rubbed his crotch gently.
"Relax baby," she said looking at him with her dark Asian eyes.
Then she pulled his shorts and boxers down together.
